Something less than desirable.
The face of truth is ugly.
Uniqueness is dead.
Never desire a thing above.
Such a sin don't you dare.
Just unworthy of anything.
A 19 year old curse.
Going for a lifetime.
All thats left to decide,
A rope or a blade.
Aug 22, 2020
Aug 22, 2020 at 10:20 PM UTC
Something less than desirable.
The face of truth is ugly.
Uniqueness is dead.
Never desire a thing above.
Such a sin don't you dare.
Just unworthy of anything.
A 19 year old curse.
Going for a lifetime.
All thats left to decide,
A rope or a blade.
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